Shall I give you permission to persuade me
To give in to your petty yearnings?
For I am gentle as a log
In the middle of the forest
And I fear many things
For many things are gentle
And love is as gentle as a child\'s needs
For a child\'s needs are simple;
I am a child, and I am simple
Give me a bird and I shall let it fly
For gentle is the word
That soothes all things
Even the simplest things
Soothes all things
This wild heart you hope to persuade,
Is it gentle enough to give in?
For your petty yearnings I must defy
Hold me in your arms, and I shall sink!
Sink, sink into those desperate woes
Who knows what shall come for me again?
Gentle as a bird, gentle as soothing water
I find this romance to be a challenge
A gentle rose, a gentle touch
Do you even miss me much?
For I write your name
On the walls of cement,
How tough is gentle now?